Dis is her - Dat Purle Girl Cat Cussin

As you can see, she is very black and shiny

She is going to finish telling her amazing story really soon. I guess for a gurl cat cussin, she is okay.

I see that Phinny found his way back here yesterday. He is such a troublemaker that young man. As he told everyone, Pearle is going to live with us and be part of our family. That said, I as the senior (not old) cat in the house, think we should all just try to get along.



So, I thought I'd be the cat that tells everyone a little bit about our new sister.



She is tiny and dainty. She is shiny, shiny black except for a very white bib under her chip, the tips of her fingers and the tip of her tail. She has very good hygiene (which is something that Phinny could take note of and possibly emulate). She has sparkly white whiskers and two tiny tiny dots of white on her chin. Her face is a very pointy triangle. And she is bilingual.



Yup, she is... French/English to be exact. She speaks with a lovely francophone accent. She told us her story when she first came to visit, so I thought I'd share it with you.



She was a little girl living in an apartment just outside of Montreal Quebec in what she thought would be her forever home. Apparently they have a tradition in Quebec called Fête du déménagement - this means "Moving Day". Almost everyone who lives in an apartment moves on July 1, as most leases run out on June 30. Anyway, last year on moving day, she was just a very little girl and several families on her floor in her building was packing up their belongings to move. She was still a kitten (only about 10 weeks old) and when her peeps starting packing, she got very nervous. At first she hid under the bed, then she found a box full of towels, which looked like a wonderful comfy hiding place/sleeping place. So, she crawled in and snuggled way down under the layers of towels.

Now this is the really scary part. While she was sleeping the peeps put the box that she was inside, right next to the boxes from the next apartment next door. Then before she could say "Arret" (stop in french). The movers picked her box up and plopped her into a moving van full of boxes going everywhere. When she woke up, she cried and cried, because she had to go to the litter box, but she couldn't get out. Finally, (because she is a small and very flexible cat), she was able to squeeze out of the box and ...


You'll have to wait for the next part because it's 6:15 and the lady peep has to shut down thelaptop and take it to the office Okay

Dat Purle Gurle is still here!!!

Dis is me, and brofur ed and cussin purle. Yez diz is currekt diz is a 3 cat household now. Dat cussin cat o-fish-a-lee lives wif us. I duz not fink dis is da best possubul outcome fer me and brofur ed. But...dat peep lady duz not want cussin purle to hafta find anofur furrever home

So we has got togefur and decided dese are da only condishuns dat we will put up wif dat purle gurl cat.

1. She cannot efur right on diz blog
2. She hafts to wait fer her turn on da lapz - no squeezin in and lickin mine ears or brofur ed's ears - or da ears on dat lady peep eifer
3. No crien for foods at 4:30 a.m. (diz is a condishion straite from dat peep lady.
4 No bein really nice and makin us really really like her, cuz shez pretty and dainty and lady like.
5. Any ovfur condishions dat me and brofur ed come up wiff later.

Dat story about cats in Whiteflower Field

Dat ladypeep was up aldanight almost writing dis story. She sez its important cause dis is da part of da story about when her uncle was lost in France during World War II. You should read it if you wants to. Just puts yer finger or yer paw on dat link over on dat sidebar and you'll go right to da story.

Our house in 2009

Hey this is me, Ed. I am feeling very much better, now that the antibiotics are done. I do not like taking medicine, nope, nosiree bob. I especially don't like taking antibiotics when they are hidden in pill pockets. What is that nonsense. Does the lady peep think I can't smell a pill in a pocket. O, and I also do not like it when the lady peep and the man peep hold me down and toss pills down my throat. However, having said what I do not like....even more than that, I do not like being sick, so I agreed reluctantly to allow the ladypeep to put an eyedropper in my mouth and give me my medicine that way... Thank you to everyone who was checking in to see how I was doing. I am feeling good enough now that I can jump up into all my old spying spots and watch everyone.

I see Phinney that boy cat told everyone about the new "cousin" cat at our house. Well first, I did not like her at all. Nope, I did not, but now that I'm getting more used to her, I don't mind her so much. She is lovely and pretty and clean and her tail has a very charming curl on the end. She reminds me kinda of my lovely Zippy. She is nice to me and to Phinney, although she does have a tendency to jump on us and try to wrestle. She's a girl...we get her every time. Phin and I have figured out how to gang up on her. It's funny. Sometimes its nice to have a new face in the family, I think. Phinney does not think so. He is very jealous of her, because of the lap time compromise we have to make. I say there is room in every lap for 2 cats, but not Phinney. He says one cat, one lap. He's just a big baby. He also does not like it when Pearl gives the lady peep kisses. She's very little and likes to curl up under the lady peep's neck and kiss her ears. It makes the lady peep laugh and laugh.

Anyway I have to go now, because it's time to supervise the gathering up of the laundry. Phinney had that responsibility while I was sick, but he is very flighty as you know and cannot be counted on to do a good job. He gets distracted and must be watched closely all the time.